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58        MY COUNTRY AND MY PEOPLE

would be a protracted campaign in a Western country is
finished in a month. The defeated general, according to the
Chinese idea of fair play, is then given a hundred thousand
dollars travelling expenses and sent on a "tour of industrial
investigation to Europe/3 with the full knowledge that in the
next war his services may be needed by the present conqueror.
With the next turn of events, the most probable thing is that
you will find the victor and the vanquished riding in the same
car like two sworn brothers. That is the beauty of Chinese
hanyang. Meanwhile, the people have nothing to do with it.
They hate war, and will always hate war. Good people never
fight in China. For "good iron is not made into nails, and
good men are not made soldiers."

VI. CONTENTMENT

Travellers in China, especially .those wayward travellers
who go through the seldom visited parts of the Chinese inland,
are equally amazed at the low standard of living of the Chinese
toiling masses and at their cheerfulness and contentment under
such conditions. Even in the famine-stricken provinces, like
Shensi, this spirit of contentment generally prevails in all except
extreme cases, and some Shensi farmers probably can still
smile.

Now a lot of the so-called misery of the Chinese people is
due undoubtedly to the application of a warped European
standard, the standard which cannot conceive of any man
being happy unless he is living in an overheated apartment
and owns a radio. If this standard were correct, there should
have been no happy person in the world before 1850, and there
should be more happy people in the United States than in
gemiitliches Bavaria, where there are very few rotating, adjustable
collapsible and reversible barber chairs, and certainly very
few switches and buttons. There are still fewer, switches and
buttons in the Chinese countryside, although in progressive
Shanghai the old-fashioned barber chair that is a real chair,
and that one can still find on Kingsway in London or in
Montmartre in Paris to-day, has completely disappeared. For